If you want a frightened fellow there's one that'll suit you.

Try your hand upon him.' He pointed, as he spoke, to Dennis, who, with his legs trailing on the ground, was held between two men; and who trembled so, that all his joints and limbs seemed racked by spasms.

Turning from this wretched spectacle, he called to Barnaby, who stood apart.
'What cheer, Barnaby?
Don't be downcast, lad.

Leave that to HIM.' 'Bless you,' cried Barnaby, stepping lightly towards him, 'I'm not frightened, Hugh.

I'm quite happy.